I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2024-04-02 16:46:08 | 73.42 | 96.3% |
| 263 | 2022-04-23 23:47:54 | 77.11 | 97% |